A/N

First I want to thank everyone for their continued support. I know the chapters are smaller, but now that I am getting back to writing, these are what I can manage currently(I already have the story after this in my mind.)

Also, I have had some questions about Captive…a favoured story of mine. It was removed from this sight for being too graphic. I no longer have it, but please feel free to ask around to see if someone does. And I am so happy that everyone had enjoyed it so much.

Now lets get on with the show…

The Watcher Chapter 7

Her eyes were glued to my face, my mouth only a breadths width away from hers. I could still feel the warmth of her lips from when they had been pressed against mine. I feared she might be intimidated by my proximity, but worried that if I moved without warning, it might cause her to be startled. Scaring her was the last thing I wished to do, in fact if I could prevent her from ever feeling a negative emotion connected with me, that would be my preference.

So instead of repositioning myself, I watched her. Unlike the days and nights of watching that I had done for the Volturi, this was for my own selfish desires. I wished to know her better than anyone ever had, to know everything about her. I wanted to know the sound of her laughter, the way her eyes widened when they were surprised, the way she would sound when she was lost in ecstasy.

The constant back and forth of my emotions was bothersome, and I almost wished I had Jasper's ability to see how this emotional chaos looked to someone else. I supposed it might seem as if I had a vampiric version of the human condition called attention deficit disorder. Though I highly doubted that humans could fathom as many different thoughts as I currently had going through my mind. But right now I pushed aside those thoughts and focused on her alone.

Her eyes had yet to blink, and they stared at me with unwavering intensity. I had to force myself to remain in place, my fingers flexing to keep from reaching out to her. I gazed onto her countenance, taking in each small nuance that had altered in the last few hours as I had stayed by her side. Her hair, already lovely, now shone with hues of chestnut and caramel and even mahogany.. Anyone who saw brown hair as a single color had not looked closely enough, for hers was a riot of colors that together created the waves of warm earthy tones.

Her lips had become slightly darker and fuller with her change, but it did not make her more or less appealing in my eyes, she was already the epitome of perfection to me. The remaining freckles that had been a chaotic smattering across her nose and cheeks, were now completely gone, leaving a pale smooth surface, as pure as an artist's canvas before the first stroke of a master's brush.

Her gaze seemed to shift slightly now, flitting up and downward, left and right, in no particular pattern, and it was then I realized that she was examining me closely as well. I was a stranger to her, perhaps she wondered who I was? Did she wish to know more? Did she want to know all about me? Perhaps it was time to break this heavy silence, but what should I say…do I profess my love for her? That might send her running. I figured I would start with a tried and true greeting.

"Hello."

Her eyes darted to mine and connected. Her mouth opened for a moment, soundlessly, then she closed it again and swallowed, not making a sound.

Was she mute? Here she was, the one I had waited for, and the irony that I wasn't able to hear her thoughts…was it to be compounded with the inability to hear her speak…Fate could be a cruel, cruel mistress. I would try again, perhaps she was just overwhelmed. That was my hope as I still had not been able to hear a single thought that has flowed through her mind to confirm my theory. I locked my gaze with hers once again, Scanning across her unique eyes before I tried to speak again. Her eyes were unlike anything I had seen before… so bright, as if they were a kaleidoscope of colors, ever changing. Perhaps the venom had not worked its way all the way through her system yet. Again my mind flashed to the one who bit her, her sire, was this due to his gift? Or perhaps it was part of her talent… I wondered what her talent could be?

I inhaled deeply and prepared to speak once again.

"Hello-"

Suddenly I found myself unable to continue talking, though this time it was due to surprise. Her hand had become fisted into the fabric at the neck of my cloak and she had pulled me off my feet, yanking my body so powerfully to hers that I heard the fabric groan and spilt under her grasp. I hadn't even noticed her move, so engrossed in observing her, and as a newborn she was at her most powerful strength, she had just used some of it on me, moving so quickly I had blanked.

Now, no longer was I beside her, instead I was over her as she laid back, her legs had opened to receive me when she pulled me on top of her, and now they were firmly locked around my hips pressing me close to her most private place, all thoughts about anything else went out of my mind. I could feel her heat through the fabric of her clothes and it was as if my body developed the ability to move without my consent, much like when I hunted. I was embarrassed at being so un-gentlemanly with her, but seemed to have no way to hold myself back. I felt the rigid length of my cock pressed against her heated centre, and I pressed forward, rubbing myself against her without thought, my body instinctively trying to be close to its mate.

Her growl emanated through the air, causing my length to throb, pulsing with need between our bodies.

She gyrated her hips upwards, as if seeking friction against me and I was lost, my own growl pierced the air, throaty and deep. I leaned closer, my mouth finding her lips, then her chin as she threw her had back, hissing as I touched on a particularly favourable spot. Her throat lay exposed to me, stretched back, elongating it for my perusal, for my touch…for my mouth to explore.

She was submitting to my beast. As a newborn she would act solely on her instincts, and right now her instinct seemed to be focused on me, her mate. She was mine, and her actions showed she somehow inherently knew I was safe…that I was hers. I leaned forward and scented her from her pulse point, and was rewarded with a rush of a potent, heady aroma from her center that made the venom actually puddle in my mouth and my groin tighten to the point of pain, she was aroused by my actions. She wanted me.

I could not hold back, gentlemanly manners be damned at this moment. Instead I moved my hands to skim along her neck, down her collar bone, and I reached the fabric there, ripping it open to reveal her skin to me.

"Yeessssssss" Her voice hissed close to my ear, urging me to continue. The sound, like sweet honey to my ears.

Her response encouraged my inner beast to keep moving, seeking out what he wanted most, and at this point there was nothing I could do to hold back from what we both were seeking. I gazed at her breasts, their creamy globes swayed as her body moved and gyrated, enticing me to touch their rounded glory, which I did without hesitation, firstcaressing them with my hands, then bending to add my tongue and teeth into the action.

Her fingers suddenly clutched at my hair, drawing my face back to hers. Her soft lips pressed frantically against mine, nipping at me and we crashed together, seeking touch and taste. As our lips danced our hands sought out flesh, removing anything that deterred fingers from roaming, from caressing and exploring one another's flesh without barriers, until not a scrap of fabric remained. Her skin felt like fire against mine, and the more I sought out her touch, to taste the honey of her skin on my tongue, the more she pressed upward to meet me, the warm, wet flesh of her core, sliding tantalizing against my marble like length. Nothing had ever felt so amazing. Each second flew too quickly past and yet felt like an eternity of the best sort of torture. I could not get enough.

"Mine." I growled as my teeth skimmed her neck and her breasts pressed against my chest, her hardened nipples grazing my own until I could feel my own harden in response, sending shivers through me. My hands grazed across her torso and back, pulling her to me, not allowing a millimetre between us. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her downward to centre her heat against my cock, so I could fill her up and surround myself with her heat, putting us both out of our misery, while sending us to the heights of Utopia.

Her wetness, slid against me, making me slick, showing me how ready she was for me, to welcome me in. I shifted my hips and lined us up as I moved my teeth down to the apex of her neck. She mewled beneath me, keening slightly, as if she was spiralling out of control. My inner monster fought for control as I pushed forward and started to penetrate her silky warmth, and I gave in to him. We both needed this, and the franticness of our vampire nature would lead us through this first coupling the way that would satisfy us both, helping to sooth the frenzied need.

The monster surged forth, and I fell into the flood of sensations and pleasure that scorched through our system, The urge to have her, to claim her was what led him…what led us, and we instinctively knew what to do. We were one now, beast and man, and we thrust upwards in a single, fierce motion as our lips opened against her neck. Teeth bared, as we bit into her flesh, we sunk into her wet silken heat past her maiden head. She was our match in every way, built for our girth, her scent made to fill our senses.

As our teeth sunk into her flesh, breaking through her stone like skin as if it were soft butter, she shrieked out, screaming as her body quivered and tightened around the hardness of our desire Her hands clawed at our shoulders and back, pulling us ever closer. She hissed and growled, her fingers and nails so tightly clawed at our skin that we felt our skin fracture under her strength, and the beast growled and snapped in return, relishing in the pain and coupled pleasure our mate brought us.

The lines between me and my beast were gone and all that was left was the plethora of sensations that guided us. Together we held her and thrust relentlessly into her, over and over, grasping her hips to keep our bodies fused together. As we held her, we drilled into her with powerful precision, each thrust building into a tsunami of electric bliss. She gave herself over, moaning and letting the pleasure roll over her in waves, Her hands slid from our skin to skim over her own flesh, plucking her nipples and fisting her hair as she rode out the cresting wave we were creating together.

Her cries became throaty gasps and moans that only pushed us further with our need to fill her up with our scent, to mark her so others knew she was ours, that we filled her up with our essence in the most primal act.

Her body suddenly tensed and her back arched upwards, curving to press her breasts upwards as an offering to us. The muscles of her core tightened around our cock like a vice, rolling and stroking us deep within her, and drawing forth a roar of pleasure as stream after stream of ejaculate burst forth from our loins, filling her, coating her very insides with our scent. For the rest of our existence, she would be marked by my scent, and it would become one with hers.

The release was so powerful that I was overcome with a feeling of bonelessness, and I almost collapsed upon her, My inner monster alone kept me from falling upon her, and instead pressed his brow to her chest, as if trying to be close to her heart that no longer beat, yet still pulsed for him in this un-dead life. I felt both of our bodies breathing deeply, inhaling against one another as we recovered.

After a few steadying moments I opened my eyes, and lifted my head to gaze over her perfection, tousled and sated. When my eyes met hers, she smiled softly back at me, her gaze intense, the colors swirling. As our gaze lingered, the connection between us sparked once again and I felt her muscles tighten around my semi softened length, instantly causing it to become rigid and wanting once more.

She tilted her head to the side, gazing steadily at me, a luring smile spreading across her luscious lips.

"Again." She whispered as she lifted her hips upwards, luring me into action.

It appeared communicating would not be a problem after all.

A/N

So…I am having surgery tomorrow and will be out of action for a few days. The next chapter has already been started in hopes that it will keep me on the " Update once a week schedule" without any delay. Of course…it all depends on the healing process. Fingers crossed